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SOURCE: http://allswalls.com/redhead-face-white.html#gal_post_73500_redhead-face-white-wallpaper-1.jpg

"The strength of angry men comes from the head; the strength of angry women comes from the soul. "

•Name•
Zeynabi (Nabi) Knoll

•Age•
21 years old

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Shepard

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Drake Harbor

•Census Description•
Zeynabi Knoll - A petite redhead woman with a kind, though coquettish, personality.

•Weapon Description•
A fine, simple steel longsword with a matching shield.

•Appearance•
Eliza has a diamond-shaped face and porcelain-toned skin, accented by close-set, pebble-gray eyes. Her thick, wavy hair cascades over her shoulders like a rust-hued waterfall, matched by thin, ginger eyebrows. Her small lips are drawn up into an almost-permanent coy smirk and are light pink in color. Her body is a neat, slender hourglass, with a medium-sized bust, neat hips, and a rather small waist.

•Personality•
Zeynabi is an all-around friendly woman, with a lithe tongue and a skill for casual dry humor. She knows her way around a conversation, often flirting with men in and around her duties. Her opinions are unwavering and the female's stubbornness have been the start of more than a few minor skirmishes. She is quite self-confident and knows her skill in physical activity, principally hunting and combat. Nabi has 'wandering ears' and they love to pick up on topics she may or may not have been meant to hear, but it "may be important information to know."

•Backstory•
Born alongside his sister Ella to a pair of young lovers, Zeynabi immediately exhibited a social aptitude and athletic skill. While Ella stayed around the house and allowed herself to be doted on by loving parents, Nabi became well-acquainted with the the village, playing and exploring with friends. When she was 20, her father Winston, a fellow rider, was killed by a King's Army patrol. Within a week, Zeynabi — with her twin Pygmy Drakes, Castor and Pollux — had already fled into the deep woods, where she soon met the Guild and joined their ranks.

•Family/Mount•
Mother - Annabelle
Father - Winston [D]
Ella - Sister

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?



•Name•
Castor and Pollux

•Age•
3 years and 5 months

•Gender & Sex•
Both Male

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Species•
Pygmy Dwarves

•Census Description•
Castor & Pollux - Twin Pygmy Drakes the sizes of large dogs covered with dark brown scales and a pattern reminiscent of a normal-morph ball python.

•Appearance•
Picture optional, paragraph or more of description needed.

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family/Rider•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?




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SOURCE: https://www.pexels.com/photo/portrait-of-young-man-in-autumn-247917/

“A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller."

•Name•
Mercer King

•Age•
39 years old

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Guildmaster

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Titan Point

•Census Description•
Mercer King - A muscular, tall male with a thick beard and serious demeanor.

•Weapon Description•
A long warhammer with a heavy head, one side blunt and the other pointed and curved like a bird's beak. The metal of the head and wood of the pole are dark black, with intricate designs carved into the wood.

•Appearance•


•Personality•
Mercer is a serious, though flirtatious individual. He had never taken kindly to strangers until the Siege on Titan's Point and the Riders' Guild's start, where he became in touch with his own hospitality, leading the Guild and welcoming any Rider who wants to join their fight. He dislikes speaking just for the sake of speaking; preferring to have a point more than continue interaction. He can come off as rather snappish and abrasive when greeted with "pointless" small talk. He is notorious for bedding women, but his work has slightly distracted him from flirting.

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family/Mount•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

••ELF••

••Name••
Alys
(Ah-lihs)

••Age••
24

••Gender & Sex••
Female

••Orientation••
Bisexual

••Rank••
Newbie

••Home City/Town/Village:••
Cecilia Island

••Census Description••
A very short elf with dark blue eyes and wavy black hair

••Weapon Description••
Alys’ weapon of choice is a quarterstaff made of a mysterious, dark wood and that is set with steel tips. She also has a number of throwing knives hidden on her person at any time.

••Appearance••
Very short for an elf, Alys only stands at 5’8, and is not happy about it. She is willowy in build, weighing 130 lbs, and moves with a natural grace. Her tendencies to stand up straight all the time and ability to appear to be looking down at people even while looking up give her a strong presence in any room, and the appearance of authority; although this typically happens only among other elves, as she is tall for as far as human women go. Black hair that falls in waves past her shoulders serves to emphasize the fair tone of her skin. Dark, faintly arched eyebrows rest above upturned eyes the color of the night sky.

Her clothing includes finely made riding dresses, typically in blues, leggings underneath, and knee-length boots. She wears a fine silver chain over her hair, and the stone that ends up resting on her forehead is a blue nearly as dark as her eyes. The only other jewelry she wears is a gold ring on her right ring finger. And, as with all elves, her ears end in points.

••Personality••
The greater good is more important to Alys than herself, as she understands that all people have a part to play, and that the part will end eventually. She hopes to use her skills to make her part a good one. Kind, but not overly trusting or sympathetic, the dark haired woman is capable of helping people without any expectation to gain anything in return. More than capable of defending herself and those close to her if pushed to that, Alys would prefer to talk her way out of situations; and her commanding demeanor says that her suggestions should be obeyed.

Still, once pushed away from her stubbornness and expectations, Alys can be pleasant to be around. Though she fails sometimes, she really doesn’t mean to be bossy, and she truly does want to help. It's hard to ruffle the outwards calm she projects, though a shortcut to do so would be to mention her height. Above all others, she trusts Andra, with Mercer nest, and then the other members of the guild.

••Backstory••
Born on Cecilia Island, she was always the shortest kid around; teasing caused her to start fights when she was younger, until she realized that a calm outward demeanor and simple frowns would work better. Despite her being much shorter than everyone else, Alys was a talented child, and her parents were very proud. They were even prouder when she showed an interest in becoming a rider, and helped her get involved with learning how to become one. She met Andra this way, as he was rescued as a baby from a giant eagle and brought to the local elf who cared for the abandoned or lost creatures.

Alys loved the little drake, and helped raise him until finally the elf told her that Andra was hers, if she wanted the responsibility. Thrilled, Alys took him home and began more serious training; she was a natural. As soon as she was old enough, she and Andra went to the Rider’s College; they graduated a year before the attack. Suddenly finding herself on the run, she caught wind of a rumor of the survivors, and has been looking for them since.

••Family/Mount••
Orleya - Mother, Alive
Huramn - Father, Alive
Andra - Mount, Alive

••Other Relationships••
Friends: The Guild, open
Enemies: The King, his army, that general dude, generally bad people, etc.
Crush: Open~

••Other••
What else?

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••MOUNT••

••Name••
Andra

••Age••
8

••Gender & Sex••
Male

••Orientation••
Straight

••Species••
Drake

••Census Description••
A powerfully built drake with mottled green scales and piercing yellow eyes

••Appearance••
Andra stands about 7 feet tall at his shoulders, and is about 12 feet long from snout to tail. He’s built strongly, with broad shoulders - being nearly 4 ft wide at that point - and thick, powerful limbs, so weighs in about 2,800 (I calculated this off a Clydesdale's size, so...yeah). Heavily armored scales are mottled greens, darker at the top and growing lighter towards his underbelly and legs, with random splashes of different shades to enable him to blend in. The row of plated spines down his back and tail are thick, almost impossible to pierce, and he has two jagged horns jutting backwards from his brow, and several smaller ones below them..

A strong, narrow maw reveals two rows of extremely sharp teeth that can be quickly regrown if the need arises. The wide nostrils on his snout are quite sensitive, and his sharp eyes are a piercing yellow. Each of his four legs have three toes that end in long claws, and his front legs have an extra claw up on his ankle, similar in shape and function to a raptor’s large claw. His powerful tail is thick and tapered, and just as dangerous as his claws and teeth.

••Personality••
Tending towards quiet, Andra thinks over everything before acting. He doesn’t like surprises, and is consequently prepared for a lot. Unfortunately, this makes him quite pessimistic, though he does try to keep doubts to himself. His dangerous looks reflect his combat prowess and speed, but in all honesty, he’d prefer to use his skills on people who deserve it, like criminals, not the King’s army that is probably just following orders. Still, he’ll not show mercy, and he won’t regret it; the drake’s life belongs to Alys, and he’ll do anything to protect her.

Despite his quietness, he does enjoy the company of others and conversation. Being around others is always interesting, and he is anxious to find any other mounts that survived the purging. Drakes would be more welcome, since he feels he has less in common with those that can fly, but any company would be a relief.

••Backstory••
Separated from his family during a storm, Andra was looking for them when an extremely large eagle thought to make him into dinner. Because he was only a few weeks old at the time, he was still small enough to be carried into the sky. Lucky for him, an elf saw the struggling baby drake and took pity, so shot an arrow at the eagle; though it missed, the eagle was startled enough to drop Andra. The fall stunned him, but otherwise he was unharmed when the elf took him to another, where there were a few other orphaned drakes, dragons, and griffins. Then he met Alys.

She took care of him, played with him, and he grew incredibly fond of her. At the age of 1, the elf taking care of him sent him home with Alys for good, and he was the happiest he could’ve been. Only the size of a Labrador then, he grew almost to his full size over that next year with Alys. Going to the Rider’s College after that was a huge deal for the two of them, and the time after that they spent wandering Edrana and doing good where they could was even better for their team work. Once the purge began, they went into hiding, killing several soldiers in the escape. Knowing they can’t exactly sneak him on the ship to get back to Cecilia Island, Andra found rumors of a guild, and they have looked for it since.

••Family/Rider••
Mother - Unknown
Father - Unknown
Siblings - Unknown (also open if you want, I guess)
Rider - Alys

••Other Relationships••
Friends: The Guild, open
Enemies: The King, his army, that general dude, generally bad people, etc.
Crush: Open~

••Other••
What else?

"I don't stop when I'm tired, I stop when I'm done."

•Name•

Xavier Finn Wolf

•Age•

16 years, 2 months

•Gender & Sex•

Masculine

•Orientation•

Heterosexual

•Rank•

Newbie

•Home City/Town/Village:•

Bard's Hollow

•Census Description•

A handsome, young man with brown eyes, brown hair, and tanned fair skin.

•Weapon Description•


•Appearance•
Image 2 | Image 3 | Image 4 | Image 5

Xavier is a rather tall, muscular teenager with slightly broad, powerful shoulders and legs. His musculature is clear from his build, as he towers above many other humans his age. His face isn't wide, though average, with a semi-small nose and only slightly large ears. His skin is soft and light-skinned, though tanned. His eyes are wild, much like his father, containing inside them ferocity that few would dare stare into for long, as his stubborn, bright brown gaze will stare into any opponents, no matter their strength. He appears just as immature and playful as he is, with a smile that lights up any room.

ADKNALDN, is a larger male, and is the larger of both his siblings. He stands as tall as 5'7" feet, though he will probably grow to be 6'2", and weighs a slightly heavier-than-normal 120 pounds. His legs take up a good bit of his height, but these pillars are thick and supple. His bulk is lean and toned from training and trips of exploration and training. As his face loses its child-like features, the 16 year old grows more and more handsome. Strong features distinguish him from those around him.

He knows he is easy on the eyes and he carries himself as such. Cool, collected, and confident, the young male seems to float. His natural expression, a rested look. His face is usually not serious, the only sign of the un-complex thoughts the pretty head holds. With how tall he is the kid must have a durable, strong and worthy physical form. His large form is covered with powerful muscles that easily hold up his weight, he is overall built sound. But, he isn't bulky either and, rather, is made up of quite lean muscle. Rarely any scars cover his body, though he will most likely gain some as time grows on. His voice is deep, in terms of young teenagers like him, though it also has a bit of young, adolescence to it. Overall, it is bold, it is powerful, and it is charming.

•Personality•

The word that most describes Xavier is adventurous. It's a trait he most likely got from his father, who he hasn't seen in years because of said trait. The apprentice is constantly itching for adventure. He desperately wants to explore the world around him and see what great things there are to discover out there. He constantly feels his friends and family on his back, trying to keep him pinned down as they know, if they let him do what he wanted, he'd explore way past their own borders, way past the borders of any town. Another trait that goes hand-in-hand with this adventurous spirit is that he works hard and doesn't give up. He is determined, stubborn, ambitious, and competitive. Xavier loves a good challenge. When others believe that he can't do something, he loves to prove them wrong. He understands that the only way for the town, and the forest, to accept and respect him was to be the best rider and warrior that he could be. He is determined to prove others wrong, gets into his fair share of trouble. Once he receives a challenge, however, Xavier will not back down- even if it means risking his life. Although he is not stupid, he has more pride than brains. and he will not take anything that will damage his self esteem and his pride. Despite the fact that the teenager is not familiar with danger, he is quite brave. The reason for this is because he is simply carefree and curious. When a challenge arises, he will merely narrow his eyes and take it on with barely a second thought.

Due to the teen's youthful age of 15 years, the young man tends to be very naive. Xavier often shows a certain ignorance or simplicity when thinking about a problem. This is due to lack of experience, information, and proper ability to make judgments. And his stubbornness and competitive nature just make his naivety worse. Though being naive is sometimes a good thing, it can also have its downfalls. Since Xavier has such a lack of worldly experience, he tends to believe what others say without questioning it. He's rather gullible, and it would be very easy to trick this teenager...

Xavier is loud, open, and talkative. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, though he has trouble thinking before he speaks, and sometimes his mouth gets him into trouble. Going hand-in-hand with his talkativeness, Xavier is brutally honest. This can be either a good or bad trait, depending on how you look at it. He might sometimes says things about others that may offend them or upset them, but he wont lie to you. However, if he discovers he has crossed the line with his words, he will apologize or stop talking altogether.

He cannot handle downtime. The youth always has to be doing something, whether it's talking to someone or riding Hades. The male is always running around the town, exerting his abundance of energy. He simply can't sit still! This becomes a problem during anything serious-related, such as meetings, training, and gatherings. Boredom sweeps over him quickly, and most of the time, Xavier doesn't have enough self-control to ignore his need for fun. Of course, if a topic is serious enough or of importance to the youth himself, he can pay attention for as long as needed.

When playing, Xavier often gets too caught up in the moment. The excitement overtakes his body and suddenly the make-believe game he's playing becomes real! He sometimes gets out of hand and becomes very rough in his play-fighting, not knowing where the line is drawn.

Love is like second nature to this rider tramp. While he sometimes has a tendency to show his love in strange ways, there is never a doubt that he does indeed love. He is loving and supportive of his family and friends and tries his hardest to help them when he can. With this, he is incredibly protective of loved ones. But he has a fear of love and has a tendency to run from any real sort of relationship in fear of betrayal or having his heart broken or being rejected. Despite avoiding relationships in fear of getting hurt, Xavier is known by many of the she-cats in the forest to be kind of a flirt. He has a tendency to do it for some reason, and probably because he acts as if he thinks incredibly high of himself. Deep down, the apprentice is just a bit insecure, though others are unaware of this.

One of the most notable and likeable personality traits of this young man is his gallant nature. He has a tendency to be chivalrous and gentleman-like. It comes to him instinctively. Even if its a stranger, if Xavier sees a female in danger, he will rush and spring right into action to save her. He would risk his own life to save a stranger.

•Backstory•

Xavier Finn Wolf. Born to Rheyn Wolf and Sullivan Wolf with an older brother named Hunter and little sister named Rae. Growing up, Xavier didn't know his father much as Sullivan and Rheyn weren't married and didn't have a committed romantic relationship. Rather, they were best friends, or best friends with benefits in a way, who were completely in love with each other, and probably still are. Not long after Xavier was born, his father, with the same adventurous spirit that passed onto Xavier, left to go on some exploration adventure, leaving Rheyn unknowing of when he would return to them. Most of the young male's life has been full of mischief, and it still is. He was always running around causing mischief on Bard's Hollow, but somehow managed to keep the affection of the people who lived in his town. After finding Hades, Xavier and his newfound companion trained hard together to become as good as they could.

•Family/Mount•

|Father|

Sullivan [Status Unknown]

|Mother|

Rheyn [Loves / Protects] [Alive] [Location Unknown]

|Siblings|

Rae [Loves / Protects] [Alive] [ADOPTABLE]

Hunter [Loves / Protects] [Alive] [ADOPTABLE]

|Mount|
Hades - Dragon [played by me]
When Xavier was about twelve years old, he ran away to explore in the forest to seek adventure. But, he ended up finding a five year old dragon. Hades helped guide the young one back home and stayed with him.

•Other Relationships•

|Crush|

Although he tends to hide from serious relationships and just flirt around, there is a possibility he could get serious.

Currently he won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay, but he's open for one :3

|Other|

Open for anything you can come up with! :)

•Theme Song•

Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor

"Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop, just a man and his will to survive. It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight. Rising up to the challenge of our rival."

•Other•

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"This will not be the end. As long as I have strength in my body and breath in my lungs, we will survive."

•Name•

Hades

•Age•

9 years, 2 months

•Gender & Sex•

Masculine

•Orientation•

Heterosexual / Demisexual

•Species•

Dragon

•Census Description•

A massive, dark dragon with terrifying orange eyes and sharp claws.

•Appearance•
Image 2 | Image 3 | Image 4

A fearsome, yet somehow attractive, black dragon with hard, armor-like scales. He has some orange on the ends of his wings that only show in the light, the rest of his body a dark gray or black. Along with this, the fearsome brute has intimidating, yet captivating, orange eyes that intensely stare at others as if he’s staring into their soul. A gaze so intimidating that, if one was to keep eye contact with him, one’s gaze would soon avert away from the unfriendly stare. Standing at a fearsome 8 feet (at the shoulder) and weighing at a starling 3,600 pounds (most of it made of compact muscle), Hades is certainly stronger and larger than the majority, if not all, of the dragons in the Guild, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, alike that of his cruel father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training as a younger, and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Hades is a dragon known to strike fear into others with his fearsome appearance and personality, and is both famous and a bit infamous amongst others; he is know to be powerful, strategic, intelligent, and quite merciless (to some). But still, like anyone in the world, he has his weaknesses. But he’s still powerful nonetheless, with long teeth that are extremely sharp, placed in a powerful jaw that can skillfully use them with strength to bite with the intent to kill.

This broad-shouldered male has many scars on his body from the many battles he has fought and tragedies he has experienced. This is including one down/across his left eye from his mortal enemy (OPEN), a long one down/across the right side of his neck, three faint claw marks on his left back leg, and a small, yet noticeable, one across his dorsal bridge (nose bridge). The fighter also has many other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Plus, a few of his scars are hidden beneath his fur. But not all, of course, still many show on his tough, dark body. Despite all the scars Hades wears, the brute is still quite the majestic and attractive individual, though he does appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his fur, scars, teeth/fangs, piercing eyes, and his massive, muscular body all making this so.

•Personality•

Living a life tainted by loss, Hades is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this male fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Hades is a very quick-to-fight lion and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. The entire incident with his father ended up scaring the adolescent for life, making him a tough and merciless brute, and he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness, unless he absolutely has to- mostly just when a loved one is in danger.

He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack if he has a reason, quick to jump with teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Hence the name Hades, literally defined as "King of Hell". Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a rider, or loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them.

Hades is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, Hades is one of the most passionate and devoted males out there, able to hold those dear to him very close. And even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he so wishes, and if he does ever find a significant other/mate, he'd probably eventually be interested in having cubs.

•Backstory•

"You know my name, not my story. You know what I've done, not what I've been through. Learn before you judge, for if you were in my paws, you'd fall with the first step."

In the midst of a dark forest, a rogue watched as his mate gave birth to three kits: Hades, Angel, and Faolan. The first born, Hades, was the strongest of the litter and would grow up to be a very powerful and fearsome brute. As expected for a family of rogue dragons, the winged animals grew up harsh. Not that much food or water. Not to mention, an abusive father, Kadem, who beat them and their mother as a way to deal with his anger at their situation. Their mother, Talia, although she would cry when they were beat, was helpless against the bastard she called her mate. Too weak to take the beatings, Faolan, the runt, soon died- the starvation, dehydration, and beatings too much for his already frail body. Hades himself was the strongest of the three and even defended himself and his mother and siblings against his father. Although the abuse was wrong and cruel, it made Hades stronger in the end.

About a month after Hades turned three years old, his mother gave birth to another litter, yet there were only two in this one, a male and a female. The first born of the two was Kaitlyn, a gorgeous little girl, and the other was Damien, a dark male, just like his older brother. With Hades being a little more than a year old, Talia planned on running with the little dragons, knowing the older brother would be able to help take care of the little ones and Talia and Angel themselves. And it almost worked. They waited till Kadem was gone hunting before they began to prepare themselves for leaving. But he came back early. Furious that his mate and children even thought of leaving him, the scary male attacked Damien and killed him then he brutally killed Angel before attacking Talia, who tried her best to defend the last two cubs of her two litters. But she wasn't strong enough and was killed by a swipe to the throat. Looking down at his siblings' and mother's body in sadness and anger, Hades looked up at his father with hatred shining in his fiery, yellow eyes. He attacked his father and the two battled for a long, long time but Hades, fueled by rage, soon defeated his father. From that day on he wasn't the same outgoing, fun male. He had a certain darkness in him, something that pushed most away, something that his younger sister noticed.

Then Hades grabbed Kaitlyn by the scruff and ran. About two months before the male turned four, the two were attacked by a bear, apparently guarding his home. During the attack, Hades had grabbed Kait and hidden her in a bush before taunting the bear and then running as fast as he could, the will to keep his sister alive fueling him. He lead the bear away from his sister, but the two were never reunited. Having lost the bear, he went back to the bush and found his sister nowhere to be found. He followed her scent trail as far as he could but never found her. To this day, he regrets having left her in that bush and after that day, he continued to roam the lands.

Eventually, a five year old Hades was wandering the woods around Bard's Hollow when he came upon a small child, a young boy named Xavier who was exploring the woods. Oddly, Hades was fond of the little boy and didn't just leave him. Instead, he led him back to his home in Bard's Hollow and ended up staying there and living with the boy, the two learning how to cooperate as rider and mount together.

•Family/Rider•

|Father|
Kadem [Hate] [Deceased; killed by Hades]

"I hope you rot in hell..."

|Mother|

Talia [Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Kadem]

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you, mother."

|Siblings|

Faolan [Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; Malnutrition, Runt of litter, Abuse]

Angel [Sister / Best Friend - Loves / Grieves] [Deceased; killed by Kadem]

"Oh, my sweet and innocent sister..."

Damien [Little Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Kadem]

Kaitlyn [Little Sister - Love / Grief] [Alive] [ OPEN ]
~ her status is unknown to Wolf. He assumes she is dead, but still hopes she'll turn up.

|Rider|

Xavier - Human [played by me]
Despite his avoidance of commitment, after finding the young male in the forest, Hades has grown very fond of him and would do anything for his rider.

•Other Relationships•

"Don't get too close, its dark inside."

|Crush/Mate|

Hades has yet to meet his soulmate. He needs someone who is willing to break through his icy exterior and will take just a bit to warm up to them. But once he does, he is incredibly protective, passionate, loyal, and affectionate.

Currently he won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay but he is open to a crush! <3

•Theme Song•

Demons - Imagine Dragons

"I wanna hide the truth. I wanna shelter you. But with the beast inside, there’s nowhere we can hide."

•Other•

Image 4 Source

Although the picture above of Hades suggests he only has two legs and two wings, Hades actually has four legs with the additional wings. So just imagine two more legs in front xD

•HUMAN•
I am not looking to escape my darkness, I am learning to love myself there.

•Name•

Atticus Daedroven

•Age•

Twenty-seven

•Gender & Sex•

Cisgender Male

•Orientation•

Pansexual | Panromantic

•Rank•

Newbie

•Home City/Town/Village•

Moonhill

•Census Description•

A limber, refined human male with pitch-black hair and stormy grey eyes.

•Weapon Description•

He wields a cyclone fixed blade knife, which extends to 8" long and has three distinct cutting edges. The pommel is also equipped so that he could use it to crush someone's bone, and he often wears a hand guard for fear of accidentally slicing his hand.

•Appearance•

Atticus is rather tall for a human, at 6'2" and 176 pounds. He has nary an ounce of fat on his body, as his days as a refugee and his life before as a farmhand have taken all the softness from his frame. Due to this, he is lean and toned, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. However, he has plump lips which offset his stoic looks, though they are the only features that do so. He has large, almond-shaped eyes, coloured with the grey of storm clouds and framed by thick lashes. His nose, though well-shaped, is slightly crooked, the result of a fistfight between he and his brother.

He has long, luxurious raven-black hair, with a sheen of dark blues and purples that seem to imitate the feathers of such a bird. It falls to just above his shoulders, and is straight as board. When it frames his face, it often deposits shadows in the hollows of his cheeks, giving him a slightly skeletal look. For this reason, he often tries to tie it back, though it typically falls right back into place. Several scars are littered throughout his skin, with a long, twisted and ridged one being the main focus, wrapping around his left forearm. He also has a flurry of smaller scars across his chest, and a rather large one near his achilles.

•Personality•

Atticus is often quiet and reserved, with the tendency to observe rather than interact with others. However, he is not flighty, and prefers to fight rather than to flee. His recklessness usually leads him into bad situations, the most common of which being a fistfight or a duel. He has an avid taste for adventure and exploration, and will often wander on his own unless instructed to return. Despite his typically rebellious nature, Atticus is good at taking orders from those he respects; however, the respect must be earned, and is not freely given. Though he tries incredibly hard to be kind, it simply is not within his nature to be selfless, and his greedy side shows quite a bit. He will save himself and his mount before all others, and this is one of the many reasons that Atticus has never been able to settle with anyone. He prefers not to have to rely on others, and sees it as a weakness if he becomes too close to someone- in these harsh times, it is too dangerous to become attached. However, he can be incredibly flirtatious at times, and it is this ability that has managed to get him out of some very tight spots.

•Backstory•

Atticus was left with his aunt and uncle as a young baby, his parents having disappeared and not returned for the child. He was raised alongside his cousin, Najai, who he came to refer to as a brother, despite their differences. Atticus grew and learned the trades of farming, and his hard work in the fields stripped any bit of childhood he could have had. Because of this, he was forced to mature much quicker than others his age, and his uncle bestowed upon him a unique knife when he turned fourteen. This would become his most treasured possession, as he used it often to hunt and protect himself. As he and his 'brother' grew together, the two often got into more fights, and as Najai was Atticus's aunt and uncle's biological son, Najai typically was supported by his parents. Though Atticus loved his family, he grew tired of constantly being berated, and left one morning to find a future of his own. As he was travelling through the woods, he came across his mount, a dragon of seemingly immense proportions. The two became inseparable, learning how to coexist as rider and mount.

•Family/Mount•

Mother - Laina Daedroven [Deceased/Final Location Unknown]

Father - Gavinus Daedroven [Deceased/Final Location Unknown]

Aunt - Havala Daedroven [Alive/Moonhill/NPC]

Uncle - Edmund Daedroven [Alive/Moonhill/NPC]

Cousin - Najai Daedroven [Alive/Moonhill/NPC]

Mount - Alaric [Alive/With Atticus/Played by me]

•Other Relationships•

None, open!

•Theme Song•

Crossfire - Stephen

•Other•

N/A


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•MOUNT•
All stars are born in the dark and all darkness dies in the light.

•Name•

Alaric

•Age•

18 years, 4 months

•Gender & Sex•

Cisgender Male

•Orientation•

Bisexual | Biromantic

•Species•

Dragon

•Census Description•

A large but elegant black dragon with purplish-blue tints and pale golden eyes.

•Appearance•

Though young, Alaric is incredibly large, which makes it rather hard for him to hide when on the run. He stands at about thirteen feet tall, more than twice the height of his rider, and is about twenty-six feet long. His scales are mainly an inky black, flowing into each other quite smoothly. However, he has slight purple and blue tints to the edges of his scales, especially those around his eyes and talons. He also has streaks of emerald green, though those mainly rest on his tailtip. He has quite a massive wingspan, though the membranes between have small tears that may never heal correctly. The membranes themselves are the same deep black as the dragon's scales, which gives him the impression of an overgrown bat. As a contradiction to the rest of his colouring, Alaric has pale golden eyes, though they seem much brighter at night. The pupils are slitted like a cat's, giving him the advantage of being able to navigate in the darkness. He has very few scars, though there is a silvery one resting on the underside of his throat and another stretching across his left flank.

•Personality•

Quite contradictory to his rider, Alaric is quite outspoken, feeing the need to voice his opinion on everything. He is incredibly talkative and dominant, typically attempting to take control of things regardless of whether her actually needs to. The brute often resorts to the sizable amount strength at his disposal to frighten others, and seemingly takes pleasure in doing so. The one thing he and Atticus have in common is that the pair of them are both selfish and will often think of themselves before an others. Alaric is also not opposed to bullying and blackmail to obtain what he wants, and despite Atticus's best attempts to correct him, the dark dragon is a frequent liar. He is also not very sentimental and is quite good at controlling his emotions, which often leads to others viewing him as impassive and cold-hearted.

•Backstory•

The deep black dragon was born on his own, without any other hatchmates to accompany him. His mother had disappeared after his egg was laid, leaving him with a father that was, in truth, quite neglectful. Though he knew his father cared for him, it extended only to the dragonet because of his lingering feelings for Alaric's mother. Due to this, Alaric left when he was very young, though his father warned him (rather half-heartedly) that it would be a mistake. Alaric discovered that he grew quite fast, and the dark brute was beginning to run out of places to hide. He soon settled around Moonhill, taking great care to keep himself out of sight, though he couldn't resist occasionally venturing close to the town. Whilst out one day, he came across a human male on his own, and though he knew he shouldn't, Alaric accompanied him for quite a ways before the two realised that they were bonded.

•Family/Rider•

Mother - Hydrangea [Deceased/Final Location Unknown]

Father - Kai [Deceased/Final Location Unknown]

Rider - Atticus [Alive/With Alaric/Played by me]


•Other Relationships•

None, Open!

•Theme Song•

Exit Music - Radiohead

•Other•

None

•RP Sample•

As soon as Hades approached the limber tom, Thanatos had been drawn out of his thoughts, and nodded in response to the other tom's words. Yes, perhaps it made more sense that they were to patrol together; however, Thanatos was uncomfortable with the idea, to say the least. He had quickly picked up on the perception that he and the other toms had joined Athena's side merely to court the molly, and as that had not been his intention, he felt as though he would rather not be around others who had, perhaps, meant their actions to be seen that way. Of course, Athena was beautiful and intelligent, everything Thanatos might seek in a mate, but the title of Emperor was a very laced one, burdened as it was with responsibility and duties. Besides, he was definitely not a cat for politics, and that was also something that Emperor consisted of.

The marked cat barely realised he had slipped back into his own head again before he caught Hades sliding into a crouch, his muscles tensing under his pelt. Thanatos followed his lead swiftly, brushing his belly against the ground and drawing his limbs tightly under his body. Xerxes had joined them, offering words of advice, which Thanatos accepted with a quick nod of his head. Yes, yes, watch out for brambles, he understood that. The savoury scent of mouse was drifting past his nose now, and he inhaled it so as to focus on his prey's exact position. If it decided to show itself, he would allow Hades an attempt on its life first; after all, the other male was the first to pick up the scent. As he waited, he thought he imagined the rancid stench of dog yet again, but with a shake of his head, it was gone, and it was like he had merely imagined it.

from Siege on Olympus

•ELF•

•Name•
Syfra Rogue
(Syf)

•Age•
22 Years

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Straight | Heterosexual

•Rank•
Guild Member

•Home City/Town/Village:•
Mer

•Census Description•
A striking raven-haired elf with golden toned skin and unusual golden eyes

•Weapon Description•
Estoc- A variation of longsword designed for fighting against mail or plate armor.
The hilt of Syf's sword is wrapped in dark leather, it measures 36 inches in length and weighs about four pounds in total. The metal itself is stained black. Her sheath is also black, made from extremely hard wood and metal. Silver filigree is inlaid along its entirety.

•Appearance•
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a predator and been able to keep its gaze? The intense gold of her eyes are forever shifting from dark to light. Streaks of sky blue radiate from her pupil to the edge of her iris, which is surrounded by a jet black ring interlaced with a sharp silver. Long and thick black lashes cast shadows over her high cheekbones even when those eyes are open. As slanted as a cat's, they are impossible to look away from. Her skin is olive-toned, naturally tanned as if she were born in the sun. A straight, regal nose sits daintily above full lips the color of a rose's kiss. Not that her lips are easily seen. A simple mask hides the well-formed lower half of her face, pinned in place by shining strands of silk braided into the rich jet black locks of her voluptuous hair. Petite shoulders flow into a dainty chest, which in turn follows the curvy contours of her body down to long, lithe legs. She dresses in simple garb, tight fitting and easy to maneuver in. Not to say that it doesn't have flare. It is always a jet black, and shimmers subtly when she moves.

Standing at 5 feet 5 inches tall with little obvious muscle mass to add to her form, extremely small for an elf, it is safe to say that Syf isn't exactly the most intimidating person by looks alone. Many of her enemies easily underestimate her, taking her diminutive size as a sign that she lacks skill as well, a horrible mistake on their part. Her tight clothing does well to hide the toned body beneath it. The fabric does nothing to ward her against attacks from sharp weapons or physical blows, but instead adds to her knack for stealth and ambush attacks.

•Personality•
Mystery is the name of the game, and Syf plays it well. She never allows others to question her about her past, and very rarely offers up any answers. A powerful presence in any place she goes, she will not take any backtalk from those she deems ignorant, which is most everyone. Tough down to the core, the brazen woman would fight anyone that asked, never backing down. Not to say she isn't smart, in fact she is quite cunning, and likes to play with her enemies' minds. Despite the facade, internally she is gentle and kind, with a rather compassionate heart. She has an unbreakable moral code, and her loyalty knows no bounds once earned. Because of this she is drawn to the Guild, and believes in what they do with every fiber of her being. Syf would easily and readily lay her life on the line for her comrades and the riders that are still roaming the wilds, hiding from the King's army. Always calm and level-headed, it seems that the woman has an endless amount of patience, and most that interact with her note the elegant way in which she conducts herself. However, if one can manage to tear down the carefully built walls of discipline to reach the fury in her heart, they will meet a completely different person. When furious, Syf is a force to be reckoned with, and many avoid her at all costs.

•Backstory•
Born on Cecilia Island, Syf was constantly surrounded by people of her own race, and their culture. Her father was a diplomat, and a man always itching for an adventure. He loved traveling to see new and amazing places, often taking his family along with him, and instilling a love for excitement in his daughter at a young age. Syf's mother was a kind, gentle woman so in love that she didn't care where they went as long as they were together. And so when Xalh decided to move his family to the newest addition of Edrana, a city of elves called Mer, she didn't think twice. The journey was surprisingly hard and arduous, taking a toll on Nambra and causing a sickness to bury its roots deep. Upon reaching Mer, Syf's mother took a turn for the worse, and their was nothing healers could do. Soon after settling in their new home, she passed away, leaving Xalh utterly devastated. Because of his wife's death, Xalh refused to go to work, and spent his hard-earned money on booze to numb the pain. Often he would leave his daughter alone to fend for herself, the grief that he felt making it easy to ignore her needs. Over time he slowly withered away, very rarely sober enough to realize what he was doing to himself and the only remnant of his family, and even then the memory of his love would cause him to go back to the drink. Eventually he fell ill just as Syf's mother had, and with barely any money left, the doctors wouldn't see him, and left him to fade away. It took little time for him to die, and all that Syf had to her name was an empty bottle of rum and a single silver coin.

With that coin she managed to pay for a small, run-down hovel on the edge of town, far enough away from everyone else that they wouldn't be bothered by her presence. Despite where she lived, Syf kept herself clean, and that earned her a job at a seamstress's shop, though the pay was low and the work hard. It wasn't enough for a lot of food, but she also got permission from a local farmer to hunt on his lands as long as she limited her kills to small animals that were a threat to his crops. One day, while she was searching for prey, she came across a tiny dragon hatchling close to death. Without thought Syf picked him up and carried him back home, hoping desperately that she could save him before it was too late. Soon enough, he awoke, probably because the smell of rabbit had permeated the air. She was shocked to see him alive, but no fear entered her veins, only an odd sense that this was right.

From that day on she raised the dragon, and when he was big enough, she set out towards the fabled school where riders learned. They reached it after traveling for weeks, and trained for two years before they were forced to escape the king's attack.

•Family/Mount•
Endrir- Mount/Dragon
Xalh Rogue- Father | Deceased
Nambra Rogue- Mother | Deceased

•Other Relationships•
Open! PM me!

•Theme Song•
Hero- Ruelle

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!



Source

•MOUNT•

•Name•
Endrir

•Age•
2 Years & 4 Months

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Straight | Heterosexual

•Species•
Drake

•Census Description•
A massive jet-black male dragon with smoldering red eyes

•Appearance•
A massive male dragon with shining black scales and huge, webbed spikes, Endrir cuts quite the intimidating figure in anyone's eyes. His entire body ripples with muscle, all healthy brawn and hard hide. Red eyes are constantly smoldering with an intensity many others can't handle, their depths churning with sharp intelligence. Tall horns grow straight back from his skull, only curling once they near the end, similar to an antelope's. Another pair of them grows from his eyebrows, much smaller than the first two. The last pair of horns curls around his cheeks, ending near the tip of his nose and sharpening to a shining point. Spines trail all the way down his back, thick webbing attaching them to each other. Endrir's skull is somewhat small compared to his body, but is streamlined and protected by sleek plates of armored scales. His mouth is lined with serrated fangs ready for tearing and ripping. Standing at 16 feet tall and with a wingspan of 60 feet, it is easy to say that most would not even dare to mess with him.

•Personality•
A brave and slightly haughty dragon, Endrir has a hard time reeling in his emotions, despite the seemingly endless patience of his rider. They are polar opposites, his go to answer being attack first and ask questions later, though Syf has an easy enough time controlling him. He is extremely protective and stubborn, often refusing to leave his rider's side, even if she asks him to. His youth makes him reckless at times, sometimes going so far as to challenge an older, more experienced dragon for dominance. However, he respects authority and shares Syf's moral code and unbreakable sense of justice. There is a sharp cunning that lies beneath the hard skull of this male, and he isn't afraid to play the part of the hot-headed youngling. Others don't have a hard time underestimating him, and he likes it that way, often going out of his way to prove them wrong. Endrir considers himself the life of the party, putting on a facade of happiness and goofiness that pairs well with his naturally outgoing demeanor.

•Backstory•
Abandonment was Endrir's first taste of the world. As soon as he hatched, his mother and father left, leaving him to survive on his own. It was nearly impossible, but the small dragon managed to feed on the rats and bugs that dared to scurry across the floor of his cave. He never left his home, hoping that perhaps his parents would change their minds and return to care for him. That never happened, but he wasn't just going to give up and die. Soon however, the animals and bugs stopped coming, severely depleting his food source and forcing him to venture outside. Fear and determination were the main emotions that drove him forward, and he trekked through the forest beyond with the intention of hunting. No one had ever taught him how, and the poor youngling only scared his prey away. Days passed with him only getting hungrier and hungrier, his strength leaving with every second. Suddenly, he collapsed, too tired and weak to carry on. There was light ahead of him, and vaguely he wondered if this was what death felt like before darkness consumed him.

Endrir awoke to soft caresses and the smell of meat, warmth enveloping him even as his consciousness returned. Raising his head, the dragon studied his surroundings and was surprised to see the inside of a small wooden hut, a crackling fire burning in the crumbling fireplace. A young woman sat in front of it, tending to the flames and ever so slowly turning a small animal over it, its juices popping as they escaped and hit the embers below. Of course having never seen a human before Endrir immediately backed away, but his hunger kept him from snapping at the female. Smoldering golden eyes turned to look at him, their color unusual and alluring. Their depths were calm, never wavering even when he let out a faint growl. It was in silence that she brought the carcass away from the fire and threw it to him, not a hint of fear in her gaze. Oddly enough, it wasn't the food that called to him, and Endrir found himself inching closer to her, curious to figure out what the feeling was.

From then on he stayed with the woman, growing closer to her with each passing day, and with the nourishment that she provided he grew larger as well. Finally, he was big enough to ride, and when that day came the pair set out on a journey to the city of Titan Point. They were welcomed with open arms, and for two years they trained, until the king's army tried to destroy them all. He and Syf were only a handful of riders to escape the massacre.

•Family/Rider•
Syf Rogue- Rider
Unknown Mother
Unknown Father

•Other Relationships•
Open! PM me!

•Theme Song•


•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!

Mount